For some reason I've had this stupid idea kicking around in my head all day, about a statue of limitations. Yes, I've been thinking about answering the question, "if I had to commission a statue of my limitations, what would it look like?"

So far I've settled on a dude juggling 23 things while someone else tosses another in the mix. The plaque in front would read "Fuck, really?", but it would be misspelled "Fuck, realy?" There should probably be some baby vomit on the statue's shirt. That about sums it up.

I love this idea. And it sounds like mine would be pretty similar to yours. Add in a dog chewing through its own leash, a few d00d condescending blog commenters, and roller skates and you would have my Statue of Limitations.

In my statue of limitations I would be buried in a heaping pile of all of those things, with one hand desperately trying to submit a grant from the computer on my desk, the other hand trying to break up a fight between the kids and a class of graduate students waiting for me in the background.

In my statue, a giant spider web with its strands supported by kittens, change.org petitions, The Guardian, weather radar maps, and science blogs, would be preventing one of my outstretched hand from quite reaching a pipette, and the other from quite reaching a feather duster, between them symbolising most other things I should be doing right now.